ballet / film ~ 1948

i cannot say i understand ballet, or film, and especially not, 1948 England.
i can say though, that i have seen something beautiful and inspiring.

The Red Shoes

when have dance and moving pictures met so famously or gracefully?
a fairytale wrapped up as an ornamented gift, hidden deep in a drama.
opened for a few fleeting minutes at the back of a dark closet.
closed before the spectral light gives it's finder away.




we find here, a movie which has drenched viewers in inspiration for years.
the runoff into rivulets too difficult to even place.
do we see it in the cool blue screen behind robert deniro's cab as he cruises through latenight new york? the whirling embrace and ocean cliffs in depalma's body double? do we see it in the firey tap dancing, theatrical movements, and sweet swooning of gene kelly? how early on had it seeped into the gracefulness kate bush exudes in her adolescent songwriting?
this movie seems to have meant a lot to a great many people


below is the entire red shoes performance.

part 1
part 2